The Miles We Shared: Remembering My Friend Larry Kea
Some friendships are measured in years. Ours was measured in miles. Over the last twenty years, Larry and I shared a lot of road together. Long highways, twisting mountain roads, and the occasional questionable detour that usually started with Larry saying something like, “Oh hell no… we’re not going back that way.” That was Larry. Direct. Honest. No nonsense. And if you knew him, you probably knew exactly what I mean. Larry Kea was born on September 29, 1956, in Greenville, Texas, to Harold Bennie Kea and Ruth LaVerne Banks. He grew up in a family that instilled in him a strong sense of loyalty and duty — qualities that would define him throughout his life. As a young man, Larry proudly served his country in the United States Army. He joined as the Vietnam War was coming to a close, stepping forward to serve during a time when many young men were being called to do the same. Somehow, Larry managed to land what many of us would call the dream duty station: Hawaii. Knowing Larry, I’m su...